There was going to be a post here today of such side-splitting wit and hilarity that you, dear reader, would not help but read it again. There was going to be stunning photography of super rare migrant birds along with incredible insights into the psyche of the modern patch birder. However, after spending over eight hours staring at an illuminated screen to the exclusion of all other life in the western palearctic and bashing the keyboard in front of it at superhuman speed, and destroying three mice in the process, just to produce very many similar looking documents, I can take no more. So the entry for today reads thus.
Male Common Scoter on the sea at lunchtime. Patch year tick. Page updated. Yay.
The post you would have gotten will probably have escaped me by tomorrow.